1. Little Amara’s Two Dads Dear Diary, We made Father’s Day cards at school yesterday. I made TWO of them, a vast improvement over Mother’s
Author: Lalitha Ramanathan
Lalitha is an aspiring writer and a dreamer. She works in Finance and is mother to a high-energy eight year old who is the centre of her world. She likes to blog about anything and everything; writing makes her happy!
Coming Out
Dear child, tell me what torments you, so? My heart longs to soothe and say, You do belong, and you are not wrong. Your Mommy’s
The Musings of a Muse
Jaded. Predictable. Snoozefest. The New York Times labelled my second book a disappointment. After the author’s sensational debut, hopes were high for her latest offering.
Lord of the Fries
“May I be able to binge on all the fries I want!” Charlie flung his coin into the wishing well at the foot of the
A Walk in the Woods
One day, I set off for a long walk, mind cluttered, A sojourn into the woods, deep. A new world, limitless, enigmatic, and unfettered, My
A Mother Like no Other
Pia looked at the test kit with hopeful eyes. How she longed for those two elusive lines to appear. Her wait was punctuated by the
The Extraction
January 15th Anita looked out of the window. The day had started sunny and bright. But now, the sky was filled with burgeoning black clouds.
The Right Line
Auschwitz, 1942 As Ruth reluctantly joined the other children at the camp, she recalled Mamma’s screams. Papa had resisted when the soldiers had stormed in,
Sojourn of a Creative Soul
She craves to create waves; thus, new paths she paves, Imagination saves; renders soul once more whole. Her prime goal? To weave magic; leave lasting
The Legend of Rudra
Shalini Shalini tightened her grip on the steering wheel and took reassuring breaths. This was a fresh start. She was safe. So were Riya and
Bye, Bye, Daddy
Dear Daddy, please board not that bustling train, that carries you from me, to faraway. If only I could turn the clocks around, To happy
The Terrorist’s Trunk
Tick. Tick. Tick. This was not the sound of my heart, for I didn’t possess one. I was only a steel trunk, seated on the
Jaya, the Victory
The tall trees and the dense foliage of the Dandaka forest provided me with the perfect camouflage. The mating call of a lovelorn bird could
A Serving of Self-Love
I was skimming through the newspaper when an article on mental health caught my attention. It was still on my mind when I walked into
The Bibliophile
“Alice! Munchkin, we make a great team, you, and me! Read this chapter and assess if it warrants my attention.” My eight-year-old bibliophile seized the
Finding Zara
8:00 AM, 1st March 2018 “Hurry up, Zara! The train will be here any minute!” Nadia admonished her eight-year-old. “The train will be approaching platform
Surviving the Storm
Stormy gales rage on with ardent fervour, Spread unbridled havoc in their wake, Shatter and uproot my garden with ardour. Smithereens of destruction cause heartache.
The Newbie Who Was Meant to be
The door opened, and the light switched on. Someone entered our dorm. My heart beat faster. One day, I hoped to meet my soulmate. Could this
A Tryst with my Thoughts
‘A Tryst With my Thoughts’ is a collection of thirty-three poems on a variety of topics. Each poem is unique; the subjects range from loss and longing to nature’s beauty, from patriotic tributes to contemporary issues, and from motherhood to raising children.
The Spudfather
1759: Prussia, Prison, and Potato My eyes open, and I glance around. The first light of dawn flickers through the grilled windows. Mon Dieu! How did I